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It's A Boy
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It's A Boy |
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Julie Senior Member
since 1999-08-20
Posts 739Houston, TX |
It's A Boy He came into this world without a father to care, courageous we were even tho'I knew it wasn't fair. I remember that he was barely twenty inches long, I knew the time would fly and he would be gone. He was a joy and a delight, never a fight, I swore, I wouldn't let him far from my sight. He stayed close to me for many years, that abundantly relieved me of many fears. We laughed and played, had a great time, often times didn't spend a dime. His smile lit me up like a candle in the dark, he was gifted with such a special spark. Then one day I noticed a turn, my heart grieved and began to burn. His foundation began to crumble, I could see there soon would be trouble. He gave me no grumbles till he was ten, it was then, the long, cold war would begin. I begged and I pleaded for him to go to school, he boldly said, "No! I want to play pool." Our kinship continued to struggle, oh, how I missed the days we use to snuggle. He is a man now, tho' at times still a child, finding new and adventageous ways to be wild. I watch him closely as he leaves out the door, still wondering how could I have given him more. Carefully I guide him in the direction of morality, Knowing one day this will give him totality. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Sons or Daughters...parents always end up holding some pain. Well done. ------------------ Sunshine Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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Julie Senior Member
since 1999-08-20
Posts 739Houston, TX |
Thank you Sunshine. Read some of your work earlier. I like your style. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Kids should indeed come with a instruction manual to tell us as parents how to raise them and more importantly how to not blame ourselves for everything that goes wrong in their lives. We can only do our best and pray that we have given them the proper roots to keep their ground in the midst of future storms. |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
This poem makes me think of what we in my family call "The Mother's Curse" ... what you give to your parents you get back sevenfold ... if that is true then I am in for double trouble, with two a year apart and me a holy terror as a child ... There is something frightening about being responsible for the shaping of a human being ... especially as a single parent ... and no matter how often we are told "you can only do so much", we always wonder if there might have been something else ... Can you tell I liked this one?  ------------------ "Nunc lento sonitu dicunt, morierus" (When I hear the bell tolling softly for another, it says to me, "Thou must die.") |
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